Believe that forrow trueft is, which lies
Deep in the breaft, not floating in the eyes.

Sorrows fpeak loud without a tongue;
And my perplexed thoughts forbear
To breath your felves in any ear:
'Tis fcarce a true or manly grief
Which gads abroad to find relief.

Know henceforth that grief's vital part
Confifts in nature, not in art :

And verfes that are ftudied,

Mourn for themselves, not for the dead.

Bishop King.

Ibid.

Bishop Corbet. That grief does far all other griefs transcend, Which greater grows, when trufted to a friend : Friendship in noble hearts would never reign, If friendship's duty fhould be friendship's pain.

E. of Orrery's Henry V. Grief speaks there loudeft, where the mourner's dumb.

Grief's like a river which does filent creep,
And makes but little noise, if it be deep.

Orgula.

Dover's Roman Generals.

You hunt our griefs, as they were hard to find,
And study arts how to perplex yourself.

Crown's Regulus. 1. Can human forrows be delights to the gods ? 2. Our forrows are not, but our troubles may; A great man vanquishing his destiny, Is a great spectacle worthy of the gods.

SOUL.

Crown's Darius.

For how may we to other things attain,
When none of us his own foul understands?
For which the devil mocks our curious brain,

When, know thy felf, his oracles commands.

For

For why should we the busy foul believe,

When boldly fhe concludes of that and this; When of herself fhe can no judgment give,

Nor how, nor whence, nor where, nor what fshe is? All things without, which round about we fee, We feek to know, and have therewith to do: But that whereby we reason, live and be

Within ourselves, we ftrangers are thereto. We feek to know the moving of each sphere,

And the strange cause o' th' ebbs and floods of Nile; But of that clock, which in our breasts we bear, The fubtile motions we forget the while.

We that acquaint ourselves with ev'ry zone,

And pass the tropicks, and behold each pole; When we come home, are to ourselves unknown, And unacquainted still with our own foul.

As is the fable of the lady fair,

Sir John Davies.

Which for her luft was turn'd into a cow;
When thirfty, to a ftream fhe did repair,

And faw herself transform'd she knew not how ;
At first she startles, then fhe ftands amaz'd ;
At laft with terror the from thence doth fly,
And loaths the wat'ry glafs wherein fhe gaz'd,
And fhuns it ftill, altho' for thirst she die :

Ev'n fo man's foul, which did God's image bear,
And was at firft fair, good, and spotless pure;
Since with her fins, her beauties blotted were,
Doth of all fights, her own fight least endure.
For ev'n at first reflection she espies

Such ftrange chimeras, and fuch monsters there,

Such toys, fuch anticks, and fuch vanities,

As fhe retires, and shrinks for shame and fear.

Ibid.

One

One thinks the foul is air; another, fire;
Another, blood diffus'd about the heart;
Another faith, the elements confpire,

And to her effence each doth give a part.
Muficians think, our fouls are harmonies;
Phyficians hold, that they complexions be;
Epicures make them fwarms of atomies,

Which do by chance into our bodies flee.
Some think one gen'ral foul fills ev'ry brain,
As the bright fun fheds light in ev'ry star;
And others think the name of foul is vain,
And that we only well mix'd bodies are.
In judgment of her fubftance thus they vary,
And vary thus in judgment of her feat;
For fome her chair up to the brain doth carry,
"Some fink it down into the ftomach's heat.
Some place it in the root of life, the heart;

Some in the liver, fountain of the veins:
Some fay, fhe's all in all, and all in ev'ry part;

Some fay, fhe's not contain'd, but all contains. Thus these great clerks their little wisdom shew, While with their doctrines they at hazard play; Toffing their light opinions to and fro,

To mock the lewd, as learn'd in this as they. Sir John Davies. To judge herself, fhe muft herfelf tranfcend, As greater circles comprehend the lefs: But she wants pow'r, her own pow'rs to extend, As fetter'd men cannot their strength express.

The workman on his stuff his skill doth fhew,
And yet the ftuff gives not the man his skill:
Kings their affairs do by their fervants know,

But order them by their own royal will:

Ibid

So,

So, though this cunning miftrefs, and this queen,
Doth, as her inftruments, the fenses use,

To know all things that are felt, heard, or feen;
Yet the herself doth only judge and chufe :
Ev'n as a prudent emperor, that reigns
By fov'reign title, over fundry lands,
Borrows in mean affairs, his fubjects pains,

Sees by their eyes, and writeth by their hands;
But things of weight and confequence indeed,
Himfelf doth in his chamber them debate;
Where all his counfellors he doth exceed,
As far in judgment, as he doth in ftate.

Sir John Davies.

Doubtless in man there is a nature found,
Befide the fenfes, and above them far;
Though most men b'ing in fenfual pleasures drown'd,
It seems their fouls but in their. fenfes are.

If we had nought but fenfe, then only they
Should have found minds, which have their fenfes found;
But wifdom grows, when fenfes do decay,

And folly moft in quickest fenfe is found.

If we had nought but fenfe, each living wight
Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we;
As having fenfes apprehenfive might,

In a more clear and excellent degree.

If fhe were but the body's quality,

Ibid.

Then would she be with it fick, maim'd and blind;

But we perceive, where thefe privations be,
An healthy, perfect and fharp-fighted mind,

Ibid.

No body can at once two forms admit,
Except the one the other do deface;

But in the foul ten thousand forms do fit,

And none intrudes into her neighbour's place.

Ibid.

But

But how shall we this union well express?
Nought ties the foul, her fubtilty is fuch;
She moves the body, which the doth poffefs,
Yet no part toucheth, but by virtue's touch.
Then dwells fhe not therein as in a tent,
Nor as a pilot in his fhip doth fit;
Nor as the spider in his web is pent;
Nor as the wax retains the print in it;
Nor as a veffel water doth contain ;
Nor as one liquor in another shed ;
Nor as the heat doth in the fire remain ;
Nor as a voice throughout the air is spread :
But as the fair and chearful morning light,

Doth here and there her filver beams impart,
And in an instant doth herself unite

To the transparent air, in all, and ev'ry part:
Still refting whole, when blows the air divide ;
Abiding pure, when th' air is most corrupted;
Throughout the air her beams difperfing wide,
And when the air is tofs'd, not interrupted:
So doth the piercing foul the body fill,

B'ing all in all, and all in part diffus'd,
Indivifible, incorruptible ftill;

Not forc'd, encounter'd, troubled, or confus'd.
And as the fun above, the light doth bring,
Though we behold it in the air below;
So from th' eternal light the foul doth fpring,
Though in the body she her pow'rs do fhew.

But high perfection to the foul it brings

Sir John Davies.

T'encounter things moft excellent and high; For when the views the beft and greatest things, They do not hurt, but rather clear the eye.

Ibid.

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